Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.